Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.